
Today I turn 25.
I'm not sure how to feel about it.
25 seems so old! I feel like by now I should know more 'adult' things like how to do my own taxes or changing my own oil. But I feel like I am still very young and I am. But when I look at some of these 19 year olds, I definitely feel like the old, saving for retirement, lady that I have become. And I'm very much okay with that. I'm okay that I no longer have the courage to wear outrageous outfits anymore, that going out to the bars seems more tiring then fun & that now money has become a way of giving my family a better future then buying a fabulous pair of shoes.
I am so very content with my little 'old' happy life with my hubby & baby bump & am fully embracing the fact that, yes, I am getting older. I will never be 19 again & I'm glad.
And although I almost passed out at Walmart while Christmas shopping today (oh the joys of ever changing, pregnancy hormones), it has been a great day filled with lots of love & attention from the hubby & ice cream cake! =)